Row, row, row your boat gently down the stream. Merrily merrily merrily merrily, life is but a dream.
Tuesday, 12 January 2010
Moody Blues
A mood is a muscular cramp, which, when relaxed, undoes ones' whole monkey grip hold on being. Without mood, one is annihilated and is released into Just This. Which is irreducible and also Nothing Special.
If you want to Be Somebody, better hold on tight.
...But remember, what is holding on is already doomed; there's no one there.
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